A familiar space

I awake from a deep sleep unsure If it is actually morning. I guess it really doesn't matter what time of day it is considering the fact I won't be going anywhere any time soon. Even so, I can't help but wonder if my sleep schedule has been consistent with the usual day and night time hours. Compared to my old life I find that it is rather peaceful in this dark quiet place. To others this place may seem like hell but to me it is a safe haven. I rarely see my abductor and even though the treatment isn't favorable, at least I am not in pain. For as long as I can remember I have always lived my life in anguish and torcher. As I sit there in the dark corner I am reminded of a moment in my childhood. It was a day like many other days where father would come home drunk while mother would be on the coach passed out drooling. Father would often drink as a way to relieve his frustrations and as a result he would go into a drunken rage. He was always complaining how useless my mother had become and how he wished she would be like the way she was when they first met. I took after my mother in looks so father often mistook me for her in his drunken state. He would chase after me shouting how much he loved me. On occasion he would catch me and try try do unspeakable things to me. I was so scared that I began hiding in the closet when it came time for him to arrive home. I spent many years hiding from that man and I had become accustome to dark enclosures and found comfort there. I wondered if this was the reason I found comfort in this dark gloomy room.

*Creak* To my sprise once again the metal door opened. In the past few days I had seen my abductor more than I had seen him the entire time I had been held captive. I was curious as to what he was up to, but I dare not ask. This time the man appeared with a bucket in his right hand and a bottle in the other. He instructed me to remove my clothing. It was the first time I had heard him speak. He had a deep raspy voice that sent shivers down my spine. I did as the man had instructed and removed my clothes. He dumped a bucket of water on me. *eek* It's so cold! He throws a bottle of soap to me along with a rag. "Wash." I once again follow his instructions and begin lathering myself up with soap. He turns and walks back up the stairs and returns moments later with another bucket of water. He again dumps the water on me and it was just as cold as the first bucket. I was grateful for the bath but I couldn't help but wonder what his purpose was for allowing me the chance to clean up. After all I had been here for what seemed like weeks already without a bath. Without allowing me the time to get dressed he grabbed me by the hand and lead me up the stairs. My heart was racing and my head was pounding as I feared my time had come. I no longer felt safe as I was forced to leave the dark and quiet room that brought me comfort.

He brought me into an empty room that only had a bed and a wardrobe. The windows were covered with boards and the door had been removed from its hinges. There was a chain attached to the end of the bed with a set of handcuff at the end. He lead me to the bed and cuffed my ankle to the chain. My head had finally stopped pounding but my heart was still racing. It was the first time I got a clear view of this man's face and it made me feel butterflies in my stomach. He had a chiseled jaw line and stubbled beard. His eyes were narrow and dark, so dark that it felt I was looking into the abyss. He had what looked to be burn scars on his neck which explains his raspy voice. His body seemed just as magnificent. Everything about him screamed out to me and demanded my attention. Is it ok for me to find this man attractive? What is wrong with my brain I'm not supposed to find my abductor hot. I swear this isolation has seriously began to mess with my head. Maybe I have developed stockholm syndrome? Nah, that can't be. I have just recently gotten to clearly see the man's face. But why do I feel that I have met this man before, do we know one another. Before I had the chance to ask these questions that had been flooding my mind he left the room. After a while he come back with an oversized white shirt. I had already lost my nerve and dared not to open my mouth let alone ask any of my previous questions. I was happy to have something to cover myself with but the looseness of the shirt still left me feeling *****. I wasn't sure what to really think about my current situation but at least I now had a bed to lay on. I decided not to think to much about this man's strange actions because I knew I would never be able to understand what it is that he is thinking. For now I will just sit back and observe and wait for my chance to escape this place. And maybe just maybe I will find out the answers to my questions while I wait.

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